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I’d lost my parents as a child and had been sent to live with a werewolf family on the outskirts of the territory.
The Beta couple who took me in acted kind on the surface, but their eyes always carried cold detachment.
Their Omega son bullied me constantly, and they never lifted a finger to stop him.
I didn’t dare fight back. Didn’t dare speak up.
It was always Laura who defended me–she stood up to bullies, got justice for me.
I was a bit better than her in academics. Whenever I received a scholarship or resource, I’d always split it with her.
She was an only child who didn’t like the family training drills.
I would drag her out at night, teaching her spells and etiquette piece by piece.
I encouraged her to keep going, to stay strong–that one day, we’d rise together and change our fates.
Eventually, we both got into Silver Saints Lycan Academy and officially became part of the city pack
Sophomore year, I caught my then–boyfriend cheating.
Laura had rushed over before I could even react and tore that bastard Alpha and the pheromone–drunk Omega girl to shreds.
After that, we rented a tiny place together, sleeping under a shared wolf–fur blanket, dreaming about climbing to the Alpha ranks side by side.
“We’re the best of friends, and that will never change. I’d share anything with you.‘
“We’ll start with half a bed, and someday, we’ll split our own territory.”
She’d long become family to me.
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Maybe blood family couldn’t love me unconditionally, but I truly believed Laura would.
So when I realized she had betrayed me–stolen the Alpha who was supposed to be my future-
I didn’t even have the strength to confront her.
The same girl who once tore my cheater apart…was now the secret lover of my fiancé.
She trampled on my trust like it meant nothing.
The night I walked away from Night Hall, the moon hung high in the sky, and I was shaking from head to toe. Memories of my past with Richard came flooding back.
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At twenty–five, I became the most sought–after Mating Ceremony designer in the Northern Territories–the chief planner of Silvermoon Ceremonies.
While setting the scene for a royal werewolf wedding, I collapsed beside the fountain from exhaustion.
Richard happened to be passing by that day.
He rushed in without hesitation to save me.
His howl pierced the air, drawing the attention of everyone nearby–and striking something deep in my heart.
He lifted me into his arms, eyes dark and intense, and murmured my name so gently it made my heart skip a beat.
I had looked into his background–prominent family, notorious playboy.
I thought I could stay rational, keep my distance.
But he gave up his playboy ways for me and pursued me seriously for an entire year.
His devotion, his patience, his self–restraint… I fell hard.
I still remember that Christmas.
I’d returned to visit the Beta foster family that raised me, out in the remote, frozen northern wilderness.
No cell signal.
chard couldn’t reach me for three hours.
Panicked, he followed my scent for hundreds of kilometers, showing up on a snow–covered peak in nothing but a thin shirt, shouting my name into the wind.
His eyes were red. His voice was trembling.
In that moment, I thought I’ve found him.
My fated mate.
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Richard.
Through our three years together, his tenderness never wavered.
He’d kneel in the marketplace to help me try on shoes.
Use his claws to carefully stir the fire and brew pot after pot of herbs to keep me warm.
Before meeting his parents, he calmed the entire family down beforehand so I wouldn’t face the slightest slight.
He even brought me into the inner circles of high–ranking Alphas, proudly raising his glass and introducing me: “This is my fiancée Fiona, chief designer at Silvermoon Ceremonies. Her work is good enough to be archived in the Sacred Temple.”
“She’s brilliant–Queen Yosepha’s wedding was her design.”
“But don’t bother trying to book her. She’s got no availability next year–we’re holding our own grand mating ceremony.”
His love was intense. Perfect.
Which made his betrayal all the more vicious… and fatal.
That night, I broke down in the hotel.
Cried until I couldn’t breathe.
And through the tears, I kept reminding myself–we weren’t bonded under the moon yet.
No blood oath had been taken.
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There was still time.
I could still run.
I could still escape them.
But then another thought struck me: They were the ones who did wrong.
So why should I be the one to quietly disappear?
No.
I would get my revenge.
And if I had to reflect on something, it wouldn’t be my sincerity–it would be my judgment of character.
I wasn’t the one at fault.
I was never the problem.
I was more than enough.
The next day, I returned early to the villa in Crescent Valley for the mating ceremony rehearsal.
By the time Richard arrived to pick me up, I had hidden my emotions flawlessly.
But he noticed my swollen eyes the moment he saw me.
“Did you cry last night?”
He leaned down, brushing the corner of my eye with his nose.
His voice was soft–just like all those promises he’d shattered.
I fought down the nausea and replied coolly, “Just a little pre–ceremony anxiety.”
Richard smiled, then knelt to help me into the ceremonial boots–crafted from hide, passed down through the Luna line. “Don’t worry, baby,” he said, “The ceremony is just a formality to honor our bond. It doesn’t change how deeply I love you.”
I stared at the crown of his head, but in my mind, the only thing screaming was:
If you can’t control your instincts, why bond with me in the first place? Don’t you know the one thing I can never forgive is betrayal?
But I clenched my teeth and said nothing.
Richard had boasted to the entire world that he was going to hold the most extravagant, record–breaking werewolf wedding ever–just to marry his one and only Omega: me.
Good.
Then I’d personally turn this whole spectacle into a farce.
Right at the altar of the Moon Goddess.
I’d make him a laughingstock in front of everyone.
The rehearsal wrapped up by mid–afternoon.
I told Richard and Laura to wait for me in the car while I went to find my Beta.
She was the coordinator for this million–dollar event–under my direction.
She looked over the last–minute changes I handed her and frowned deeply.
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At Silvermoon Ceremonies, I’d worked with countless Alpha brides–some spoiled, some wild, some utterly unstable.
Now that it was finally my turn to be the bride…
Wasn’t I allowed to lose control, just once?
